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 Jan 2015 A
Francie Lynch
Heathcliff
 Jan 2015 A
Francie Lynch
When you write
About broken hearts,
Anguish, angst
And loss,
Think on Heathcliff
And pathos.
 Jan 2015 A
Ashley Nicole
I didn't say no, but my silence
Didn't say yes.
*******.
 Jan 2015 A
Gwen
I am...she is
 Jan 2015 A
Gwen
I am a flower,
and she is a garden.

I am a star,
and she is the whole universe.

I am silver,
and she is gold.

I am lost,
and she is found.

I am me,
and she is better.
I am so insecure.
No there isn't another girl, but I am just so **** insecure.
 Jan 2015 A
Nichelles Eye
Hung Up
 Jan 2015 A
Nichelles Eye
"Did you Love me? Did you ever?

Maybe you did? I'll never say never"




**** 'em with kindness, you killed me with love

Folded me in half, both sides fit you like a glove

You wore me out, you threw me off

I was too grungy, I got too soft

It wasnt your fit anymore, you put me back in the closet

I stayed there, sitting there hung up on you, I totally lost it

But you would pick me back up and thought of me as vintage

You would look at my tag and check out my percentage

Picky with the type after it being worn out, im no longer new

I still stay in the background in the hopes of being back on you

Sometimes I'm fashionable, but it wasnt enough to be worn

By you again, as if I was lost and found and got torn

Like Goodwill owned me now, and other people would lurk

I wasnt hung up to be grabbed by others like it was possible to work

Things got old quick because I graced your steez way too often

I got washed up quick and not thoroughly enough to soften

But I still stay hung up for you to see, wanting to be thrown back on you

I still got it, I know I do, I'll never fad out I'm timeless through and through

My stiches are coming loose and I'm falling apart

This fabricated heart is losing its density as you depart

Dont close the door, it gets too dark in here

I cant stand that the light went out and you suddenly disappear
 Jan 2015 A
Matthew Berkshire
I remember the summer
that my parents crumbled.
The anger
etched upon my fathers brow;
the shame
on the end of my mothers
quick clipped sentences.

It was two years
before the affair came to light,
but the August sun blazed
never the less

I haunted the halls after dark
quietly creeping along the walls
silent specter
adjusting the thermostat
as low as it could go.

I didn’t know what,
yet I knew;
it was all wrong.
Mother knew it too,
and father just waited.
Waited for it to catch up.
Waiting as the tired marsh hare waits,
knowing that the alligator is near,
yet too tired.
Too tired to fight the inexorable.

My family grew cold,
and all the while
the night sweltered
leaving the Spanish tiles sweating
as the faithful air conditioner
chugged on.
 Jan 2015 A
The Jolteon
Remember as kids
Hanging out in the yard
We never did
Those things promised from the start
Bitter ends
Keep us blinded in the dark
Silver pens
To trace the outlines of our loss
 Jan 2015 A
Jan Harak
How I wish
for you to go
away now
into nothingness
back into darkness
where is the light?

Nothing!
I am blind and deaf and
I die!
What is left inside me,
if you take away the heart?

Sleepless,
mumbling your name
all night in my cries.
I wish I could say you good bye.

Bloodless,
as I see it drop on the floor,
take it all, I need it no more.

Meaningless,
you come and go as you want.

I like my knife sharp, you have won.
After 10 years still alive and kicking, but depression is a *****.
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